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Jesse raised a brow and down the rest of his mug. "What, my fond friendship ain't enough fer ya?" he drawled. Then, sending directly into Lee's head, {Out with it, motherfucker. What do you want from me?}

Oh? Interesting. "I ain't gonna be able to keep an eye on you anyway. We're bunkin' with different fuckers, what happens when I'm not hangin' around ya is outta my paws." Jesse shrugged, had some more of his drink. "We'll play it by ear, then. If'n y'want to keep my fuckin' favour, you'll do...

Brisa's mind was a glass object mid-shattering, countless glinting shards of thought suspended as her mind darted between sharp-edged concerns and gleaming possibilities. This was a trap, but she'd known that coming in. Team Drumstick were twice as drunk on radiance as Shield had been. The haze...

Jesse contemplated this over a long drink of spiked tea. "I can see that bein' a recipe fer resentment right there, partner." He sighed in resignation. Whatever grudge Lee had built up wouldn't fade in a minute, especially if it had become... weirdly codependent. "Try to keep a civil tongue...

Jesse poured a generous dose of whiskey into the lycanroc's mug. Judging by the guy's surface thoughts, he could not only use a drink, but could hold it. Jesse almost decided not to push, but... "Lee," he growled. "What's yer deal with the zoroark kid, anyway?"

Jesse groaned sympathetically. "Fuck. Look, Lee, I'm not gonna ditch ya cause you made an ass of yerself one time. I'm here, ain't I?" Just once, it'd be nice to navigate a conversation without upsetting his conversational partner. Was he really such a complete bastard that it took telepathy to...

Jesse nodded. "The mountain was fuckin awful. I'm sore glad yer feelin' better after that purgatorial escapade." That much was very true. Not just out of general goodwill to sapientkind, but because Lee had been a friend to Jesse at all, let alone in a tough spot, and... Jesse wanted the sorry...

Jesse allowed himself a small, but authentic smile. "I'm right sure we'll get along great. An' just 'Jesse' is fine. I don't much like bein' Mister Stranger or Mister Delphox. If'n you'll excuse me, I gotta catch up with my clown of a fuckin' acquaintance right now, but when I'm done with Lee...

Jesse frowned, and took an angry sip. "So the side of you I knew, the side of you I fuckin' liked, is that still in there? Or is that gone, and this is what yer like now?"

Jesse asked for a beer, and got declined. Instead, he took a mug of sweet tea, which he couldn't help but drop some whiskey in. He took his place at Lee's table and levelled a stern gaze at his friend. "So, are ya gonna tell me what the fuck that was all about? Did somethin' happen betwixt the...

Small Vix phone doodle why not.

Brisa flinched, and turned away to nurse her beer in silence. She realised a moment later that Dave had doubtless directed that last remark at his Shadow and not her, and sighed. "We can have a drink in peace," she said. "But you've always got a friendly ear in me, if'n ya change yer mind...

"Yer my goddamn teammate," retorted Brisa. "You've helped me before now without askin' fer so much as a favour owed. More'n once, too. Why shouldn't I help you?" Fuck, she was so fucking bad at this. Even so... Dave had seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders, and now this? She didn't...

Brisa stared at her beer for a second. Yeah. Down the fucking hatch. Another, if'n ya please, bartender. Gods this was hard. And to think she'd asked Dave to come face Jesse with her. Maybe that was why he was so fucked up now, 'cause Jesse had torn him up in his head somehow. Salt and sand...

Brisa sighed. "Luz is off her mental reservation half the time, but she doesn't lie, I think. She... likes to draw people's ire away from me. Or mine away from other people. Both." She rubbed her face and ordered another drink. So this was how it worked. Dave insisted he didn't have problems...

Brisa listened to the three of them talk and forgot her beer, her tail thrashing with increasing intensity as the emotional charge got worse and worse. Dave was gonna snap any minute and she didn't have an angle on Mia and the Shadow yet, groups were so complicated– "Mia," she said...

Brisa hadn't spent much time around Mia, but she was starting to pick up on how the relationship between her and Dave worked. She hadn't figured out if there was a useful way for her to interject yet, but... she was working on it. In this case, she didn't care about being useful. "A person's...

More beer. Drinking gave comfort, in exchange for some of her mental sharpness. She wished for both, but chose to be goddamn comfortable. "I was better off with you than alone. Better than with almost anyone who coulda come, probably. I mean that." Again, her tone didn't match the appreciation...

Brisa's Moves: -Facade +Howl Brisa's Perks: Muscular Speedy Double Dip Hex Adept -Quiet -Deadeye +Spreader +Calm Spirit +Tranquil Spirit +Hex Maniac +Hyperactive +Adrenaline Brisa's Items: +Venom Seed +2 Chilly Seeds +Reviver Seed +Invisify Orb +Protect Orb +2 Quick Seeds - Healthy Orb This...

"Don't worry about it," said Brisa. "It's fine." It wasn't entirely alright, but it wasn't as much of a problem as the Shadow seemed to think, and that... meant it was fine. Then, considering with her tail flicking in discomfort that this might not be wholly reassuring, "I still appreciated you...